Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.